Does the land of Fear exist under the fog?
A foot plunks into cold water.
Everywhere wet walks.
Fungus thrives.
Coils writhe and teeth scrape exposed ankles.
From Fear rises the rock of Terror with caves carved into it. Ants inhabit it. They clear away bits of Terror with their sharp mandible and burrow in.
The rock crumbles and falls into the frigid seas where the Fearful live, wet ghosts who move through rock and ice.
From Fear rises the rock of Terror with caves carved into it. Ants inhabit it. They clear away bits of Terror with their sharp mandible and burrow in.
The rock crumbles and falls into the frigid seas where the Fearful live, wet ghosts who move through rock and ice.
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